This time round, I really enjoyed myself in London. I'd finished my essay for university at 5AM, had to hand it in at the department at 9 and be at the airport at 10. Even though it was so early, it was hot already and I sat on the train leaving Vienna feeling as if I had stepped into a sauna by mistake, enjoying myself, slightly resentful of going to a country where I was sure to need a cardigan in the evening. A few hours later, still buzzing with adrenaline from staying up all night, I was buying a train ticket to London Victoria and a Guardian, and then there I was, at a café in East London, sipping tea with a friend who was visiting her Tory-voting acquaintance; later we met up with this young man at his club (a proper one with a library and a dining room and an exhibition about Gladstone). I didn't know that these kind of clubs even existed anymore.
What I liked most: Walking around randomly in various museums, just looking closely at one room or maybe two, something which is only really possible if you don't have to pay and feel obliged to look at every last detail. The National Gallery was about to close when I came there, so I just stayed in one room, Italian paintings from the 18th century, lots of sky.
We went for walks along Regent's Canal and on Saturday morning children were taught how to paddle; it was the opposite of what I'd expected. Walking around areas where there's not much to see, where people just live is one of the things I like best, not just in London, anywhere.